Gene, Sam, and the Dirtiest Tree in ManchesterAuthor:
pure crack PWPPairing:
There's Sam. There's a tree. And now there's Gene.A/N:
Follows Sam and the Tree
. This is culf
's fault. There is really no point to this. In fact, I'm quite embarrassed about it.
“Knew I’d find you here.”
Sam’s stomach lurched as Gene stepped out of the shadows. He instinctively moved closer to the tree, hoping for her protection.
“Guv. How...what do you want?” He tried to keep his voice steady but couldn’t. By the look in Hunt’s eye, he could tell his DCI already knew his disgusting secret.
“Wanted to see you. Thought we’d have a talk at the pub, but you never showed.” Gene took another step forward. His body was relaxed, hands in his pockets, the complete opposite of Sam’s rigid form.
“How did you know I’d be here?” He managed to ask, though his throat was dry.
“Well, you always come here, don’t you Sammy?”
Sam closed his eyes as Gene overemphasized the word “come.”
“When you’re upset,” Gene stepped closer. “When you’ve had a rough day.” And closer. “When you need a bit of comfort.” And closer.
Sam had tried to move away, but she prevented his escape. She pinned him from behind as Gene’s full body pinned him from the front.
“Have a special spot for nature, eh Sammy?” Gene whispered into his ear, his breath warm over Sam’s clammy skin. “Or are you that lonely, hm? Think she’s the only one that’ll have you? The only one that wants you?” His lips brushed against Sam’s ear, but Sam was lost as soon as Gene had said “she.” Suddenly, he felt hands on his waist, running slowly up and down his sides.
“Should know that ain’t true. There are women that want you, Tyler.” The hands reached into his waistband and untucked his shirt. As skin met skin, Sam allowed a soft groan to escape his lips. “There are men that want you, too.” One hand moved back to his waistband, resting on his belt buckle as the other continued to stroke his oversensitive stomach.
“Big, strong men that’ll shag you into next Friday. If you want ‘em to.” Both hands paused, frozen as Gene waited for an answer. Sam was almost too lost in shock and lust to form coherent thought. “Do you want that Sammy? Do you want me to shag you? Take that pretty arse of yours and ram you into your little girlfriend, here?”
Something clicked in Sam’s brain - on or off, he wasn’t sure. But, he took his own hands and placed them on his belt before undoing the buckle himself, followed by the top button of his trousers, and the zip.
“Yes,” he whispered, taking Gene’s hands and returning them to his now pants-covered crotch.
“Yes what?” Gene whispered keeping his hands still.
Grabbing Sam by the waist, Gene spun him round so his face was pressed against the tree. His face and his straining erection.
“Now,” Gene spoke as he lowered Sam’s trousers and pants. “Usually, I’d use me own brilliant hands to see to your needs.”
Sam felt two lubed fingers work their way into his arse. He gasped, caught off guard by the sudden yet welcome intrusion.
“But, she’ll be able to take care of you, won’t she?”
The fingers were gone, replaced by something longer, harder, and much thicker. Sam turned his face to the side so his cheek would press into the bark. He opened his eyes briefly and noticed Gene had his arms braced on either side of his head as he began to thrust inside him.
Closing his eyes, Sam felt his body succumbing to the sensations around him. Gene from behind, thrusting at a brutal pace while she dug into him from the front, her bark scraping his delicate skin. Gene was so firm and strong behind. She was so firm and strong in front. He couldn’t stop his hips from making their own thrusts. He rocked them back and forth in rhythm with Gene.
It hurt. God it hurt, but it hurt so good, making him feel alive. Making him feel anything at all.
Soon he’d forgotten Gene behind, registering only comfort and warmth as his fingernails dug into her skin, scraping bits away. So lost in his own pleasure was Sam, he didn’t even realize when Gene came inside him. Having yet to reach his own climax, Sam humped the tree with furious abandon as Gene spoke soothingly in his ear, his hands returning under Sam’s shirt, stroking his skin. Sam’s movements were erratic now, all sense of rhythm gone as he hurried to release the pleasurable pressue that had built in his groin.
“That’s it, Sammy,” Gene whispered reassuringly. “Let it out. Let it all out. I want to see your spunk dripping off her branches.” Gene’s words were too much and finally Sam had his blessed release.
He shot up in bed with a scream.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Gene asked blearily, sitting up next to him.
“Oh God. Oh...” Sam dropped his sweating brow into his hands. “Gene. Never let me near a tree. Ever. You understand? I...oh God. I just had the worst nightmare of my entire life.”
“That wasn’t a dream, Sam. That was last night.” Gene pointed out Sam’s dirty fingernails, bits of bark still stuck underneath.
And Sam screamed again.